I have been resigned to No-Deal brexit for some months. Not just because I doubted the competence of those doing the negotiations on the British side, but because I doubted their actual desire for anything other than No Deal.

There have been too many unsubtle signallings from the powerful Disaster-Capitalists in both The City and their representatives in Westminster that a "No Deal" represented an incredible once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make out like bandits and re-model, ie gut, an entire modern society, legally and financially, for their advantage.

A still significant swathe of the population have been entirely fooled into thinking that life will be just fine outside of the EU and that we can, magically, return to the status quo ante of life before we joined the Common Market. That there are ships laden with produce from reliably white overseers in Commonwealth countries just waiting in the Channel for the go-ahead to enter port (to cheering crowds, presumably). That once we are freed from the leaden shackles of Brussels bureaucracy we will be entering the sunlit uplands of the lands of milk and honey from which we have been previously refused entry.

And anything that goes wrong will not be the fault of those who lied to them over a generation into securing a "leave" vote. No, it will be those sneaky dark skinned furriners across the channel, many of them french and smelling of garlic who have double crossed us yet again.

If we somehow avoid sinking into a biblical nightmare of starvation, polluted food and choking fumes, I shall be very surprised